05-01-2018, 03:44 PM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
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Argus has actually heard of the event while exploring the snowbound's territory. After a little bit of exploring - even with no one to really talk to beside the few acquaintances she had within the clan. she had heard the music drifting within the tunnels and oh joy was it to be underground again. In such a short span of time Argus had never really traveled underground for ah, specific reasons. Dark enclosed spaces did not scare her as much as they did bring out something- a part of herself that she tried to bury. A beast born in the darkness of a hive awakens only within the labyrinth that can host it.
She should've thought about vising this clan a little more, because within the expanse of the tunnels argus could feel everything she was running from in the typhoon come hurtling back at her. The wounds she had so openly showed to this clan now burned with an ancient power, and the strange glyph along her shoulder pulled at her, insistent and aggressively moving her further- deeper underground. Maybe if she had half a mind of logic she would leave the tunnels. The effects of the enclosed space was immediate, and as soon as she entered there wasn't a lick of logic left to drift in her expansive- slowly emptying head.
It was the music argus thought. Must have been the music that kept her from completely loosing herself. her sanity like fine grains of sand to drunken little paws. Slipping between her paws no matter how hardly she tried to graps it. Her eyes were dim lights of red. not blue- not yet. Because in her time- in her rule argus had kept the tunnels of her home a whisper. To where the footfalls of an enemy could be heard from the camp as clear as day- and prisoner's screams echoed wonderfully. Echoing within the tunnels and confusing even the allies that came to save them.
She was grateful not to be the only typhoon member along the expanding group within the area. Her eyes comically wide and no look of pupil within them. Her scarlet ta was perfectly black- covering the entirety of her eyes with small oval shaped dots of red within them. When she gazed across the room there was a chuckle ghosting across her lips and something whispered into her ear saying outsiders. Whatever spell that controlled the watcher now it had absolute control. Argus's limbs graceful but almost puppet like as she grasped a slip of paper. "It's been a while since i had to write in English." she apologized carefully writing in careful script with a few dabs of ink along one of her dulled talons. She had a crossed out z in front of her name but the rest carefully written. Argus Mortem. Platonic.
The great white b e a s t exhaled through her opening maw. a full body shudder that contained a full convulsion twitch that was the only tolerance of letting loose some of the wild frantic energy that was building inside her. With a flick of her wrist she pulled a bottle of heavy vodka from under one of her expansive wings. A small pathetic little bottle it was- but part of her emergency medical pack she kept on herself. She pulled to the nearest wall she could find and pushed her back against it. Letting the cold seep into her fur as she cradled her drink with reverent almost worshipful approach. She needed booze, lots and lots of booze. Maybe she could ask Jacob to allow whatever sorry sod to meet her outside in the snow.
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Argus has actually heard of the event while exploring the snowbound's territory. After a little bit of exploring - even with no one to really talk to beside the few acquaintances she had within the clan. she had heard the music drifting within the tunnels and oh joy was it to be underground again. In such a short span of time Argus had never really traveled underground for ah, specific reasons. Dark enclosed spaces did not scare her as much as they did bring out something- a part of herself that she tried to bury. A beast born in the darkness of a hive awakens only within the labyrinth that can host it.
She should've thought about vising this clan a little more, because within the expanse of the tunnels argus could feel everything she was running from in the typhoon come hurtling back at her. The wounds she had so openly showed to this clan now burned with an ancient power, and the strange glyph along her shoulder pulled at her, insistent and aggressively moving her further- deeper underground. Maybe if she had half a mind of logic she would leave the tunnels. The effects of the enclosed space was immediate, and as soon as she entered there wasn't a lick of logic left to drift in her expansive- slowly emptying head.
It was the music argus thought. Must have been the music that kept her from completely loosing herself. her sanity like fine grains of sand to drunken little paws. Slipping between her paws no matter how hardly she tried to graps it. Her eyes were dim lights of red. not blue- not yet. Because in her time- in her rule argus had kept the tunnels of her home a whisper. To where the footfalls of an enemy could be heard from the camp as clear as day- and prisoner's screams echoed wonderfully. Echoing within the tunnels and confusing even the allies that came to save them.
She was grateful not to be the only typhoon member along the expanding group within the area. Her eyes comically wide and no look of pupil within them. Her scarlet ta was perfectly black- covering the entirety of her eyes with small oval shaped dots of red within them. When she gazed across the room there was a chuckle ghosting across her lips and something whispered into her ear saying outsiders. Whatever spell that controlled the watcher now it had absolute control. Argus's limbs graceful but almost puppet like as she grasped a slip of paper. "It's been a while since i had to write in English." she apologized carefully writing in careful script with a few dabs of ink along one of her dulled talons. She had a crossed out z in front of her name but the rest carefully written. Argus Mortem. Platonic.
The great white b e a s t exhaled through her opening maw. a full body shudder that contained a full convulsion twitch that was the only tolerance of letting loose some of the wild frantic energy that was building inside her. With a flick of her wrist she pulled a bottle of heavy vodka from under one of her expansive wings. A small pathetic little bottle it was- but part of her emergency medical pack she kept on herself. She pulled to the nearest wall she could find and pushed her back against it. Letting the cold seep into her fur as she cradled her drink with reverent almost worshipful approach. She needed booze, lots and lots of booze. Maybe she could ask Jacob to allow whatever sorry sod to meet her outside in the snow.